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As the sun slowly dies

Night birds sing their frail song

Painting the ancient landscape once more

Stars scream with manifold lights

Hail to them

Praise the constellations

Hail Mars, Hail Jove

Jupiter, sky father

Hear our voices, we sing your songs

In a world that can’t hear

The praise chants echo up in the night

We turn our eyes up, and we see

The undeniable truth

We see the truth

Celestial lights of eventide

The sun has fallen, it won't rise again

Guide our path

This is our last march